[exo] wishbone (1/?)
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Wishbone (1/?)
Jongin/Kyungsoo
2393 words
Jongin wakes up to a world of EXO without a Do Kyungsoo. (Band-verse with a twist.)
For @dokyungsoo, the biggest KaiSoo enabler I know.
wishbone (1/?)
Jongin wakes up to the smell of breakfast in the air.
It’s a Monday and, for most people, it’s the start of a busy week. But Jongin’s not really part of ‘most people’; he’s one-twelfth of a Korean boy band and Monday means that the hectic weekend schedule has passed so he’s allowed to sleep in late.
The bed next to his is empty. Kyungsoo’s already ahead of him as usual. He’s only getting up now to eat his first meal of the day and his roommate is probably off making their lunch or dinner.
He calls it breakfast even though it’s almost three in the afternoon as he blindly pads through their dorm, the warm, humid air of summer seeping through his clothes.
“Mornin’,” Jongin announces as he plops on the chair and buries his face on the table. He feels like elephants have taken residence inside his head and are running a marathon.
“Afternoon,” Junmyeon corrects him from somewhere in the living room.
Jongin groans and makes incoherent noises, which is Jongin-speak for, I am too tired to argue with you. Leave me alone.
It’s unusually loud for a Monday as he hears various noises in the background. He’s too sleepy to distinguish the sounds from the others so he just mentally blocks it all out.
Someone pokes his ribs roughly. “So what do you want to eat?”
Jongin lifts his head up, instantly sobered by the voice. “Wha-?”
Luhan’s standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a spatula and wearing a ridiculous pink apron that says, “Kiss The Chef”. It’s his and Sehun’s birthday gift for Luhan last year and it actually took them days deciding between getting the pink frilly apron or the lacy one that looked like it was fit for a French maid.
“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere in China?” Jongin looks confused, but Luhan just ruffles his hair.
“We finished up yesterday so we took an earlier flight,” Kris shouts from the living room couch that he’s sharing with Yixing. Tao’s already invaded the other couch and has set up a fortress made up of all the pillows they have available. Junmyeon looks torn between kicking him out or just continue sitting on the carpeted floor surrounded by fan letters while stuck between a sleeping Minseok and the noisy duo of Baekhyun and Chanyeol who are fighting over the Playstation.
Jongin only notices it now, the addition of people and the luggage lying in a mess by the door of their apartment. He must have been really sleepy when he passed by.
“We just got back two hours ago,” Jongdae explains as he enters the kitchen with Sehun trailing behind him. He takes a glance at Luhan. “Nice outfit.”
Luhan smiles sweetly at him. “No food for the troll.”
“Hey-“ Jongdae starts, but Sehun cuts him off. “I think it’s a great addition to the sweatpants combo you’re wearing!”
“Sure.” Luhan takes out some more eggs from the fridge and a few other ingredients. “I’m making omelettes.”
Jongin returns to his previous position, his throbbing head cradled between his arms. “Where’s Kyungsoo?”
His voice probably comes out muffled because Sehun goes, “Huh?”
“I said,” Jongin raises his head, “where’s Kyungsoo?”
“What’s a Kyungsoo?” The voice behind him sounds familiar. Jongin turns and Moonkyu is standing there with his hair dripping wet and a towel on his hand.
“Kyungsoo-hyung,” Jongin says dumbly. “And what are you doing here?”
Moonkyu thumps Jongin’s shoulder. “Am I not supposed to be here?”
“You’re supposed to be in university and not skipping school to hang out with us.” Jongin grins and pulls him in for a bro-hug. “But this is a nice surprise.”
“Uhhh,” Moonkyu returns his hug awkwardly, “did someone hit his head?”
Sehun is looking at Jongin like he’s acting weird.
“You’re acting weird,” Jongdae voices out, “weirder than normal.”
“What? Am I suddenly the most righteous person around here who thinks that he shouldn’t be skipping his classes? I know Kyungsoo-hyung would agree with me.”
“Jongiiin,” Moonkyu drawls out the word as if he’s lecturing a child, “I didn’t go to university because of EXO, remember?”
“And who’s Kyungsoo?” Kris strolls into the kitchen after hearing the commotion.
“Do Kyungsoo,” Jongin says irritably. Does he really have to keep on repeating himself? “D.O. of EXO-K.”
“Are you still dreaming?” Moonkyu is staring at him like he’s grown another head and waves his hand in front of Jongin’s face. “There’s no one like that in our group.” Luhan and Junmyeon are already simultaneously patting him and checking his temperature.
The pounding inside his head gets louder and it takes him a while before he finds his voice. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
The reply that he gets is just awkward silence before Junmyeon asks him if he’s okay and if he wants to go back to bed. He lets his eyes drift over the hallway that leads to their rooms as he thinks that he should have noticed it earlier: how odd it is that the empty bed next to his is ruffled from a night of sleeping in and not the usual pristine orderliness he’s used to.
---
It’s not a sick joke.
Jongin knows because no one in EXO could do such an elaborate job of cleaning out all the photos in their dorms and replacing them with photos of Moonkyu in Kyungsoo’s place.
Jongdae sucks balls at Photoshop, and Sehun and Tao are too lazy to pull off this kind of shit. Chanyeol and Baekhyun would be too vocal about this and they would end up revealing themselves within the first ten minutes. And Luhan might be evil (sometimes), but Jongin hasn’t pulled a prank on him in months to warrant this kind of higher level of revenge. Kyungsoo wouldn’t agree to any of them anyway.
There’s also the internet, and a quick search reveals twenty-eight fansites of Moonkyu with photos of him ranging from pre-debut (in school, huddling with Jongin and Taemin and Sehun) up to the ones that are apparently taken from their performance last week.
There’s no fansite dedicated to D.O. of EXO. Not even the search engine in Naver could get him one.
There’s a growing panic inside Jongin’s chest and he tells himself that this must be some kind of nightmare; that he’ll wake up and Kyungsoo will be there beside him, gently nudging him back to reality and telling him, I made lunch.
He wants to say that he doesn’t know how this happened. Except he kind of does.
---
(Jongin dreams about flying and falling.
The sequence goes as follows: they are performing in front of a huge crowd and Kyungsoo’s right beside him, clutching his hand tightly with a manic smile on his face. Kyungsoo looks beautiful, covered with sweat and body shining under the harsh stage lights. Jongin couldn’t help but grin and raise their joint hands together, feeling his chest swell as he hears the fans scream hysterically. He feels so light, as if he could float up in the air and take Kyungsoo with him.
But then Kyungsoo is tugging his hand free and stepping back, making the space between them farther and farther until Jongin is left chasing after him, stumbling and free falling.
The scene melts and he’s back in their bedroom with Kyungsoo hovering above him. “It’s just fanservice, Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo says, a repetition of what he said to Jongin once when he found Jongin browsing a well known Kai-and-D.O. fansite. “Don’t take it to heart.”
He wants to say something, but he feels like he’s choking on his own saliva, eyes watering at the effort to produce words in his mouth. He tries to clutch on his throat, but grabs cold metal instead.
Stop, Jongin shuts his eyes tightly, go away.
He feels the air around him lighten, and his breathing slows back to normal. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he doesn’t dream of anything else. It’s just inky blackness with no beginning or end.
He wakes up to the feeling of something sharp poking at his chest, a pounding headache, and the smell of breakfast in the air. He groans and manages to roll off to his side and pat the bed with his free hand. His fingers grab on thin metal and he half-opens an eye to peer at it.
It’s a small broken piece of etched silver, and he frowns as he realizes what’s left of the pretty wishbone necklace he just received yesterday. He takes off what’s left of it around his neck and places it next to the letter that came with it.
The note is mostly empty. There’s no fan name, no fan club symbol, not even any indication that it’s meant for him or even any of the usual words of adoration that he’s used to - just three words: use it well.)
---
Jongin spends the rest of the night googling about wishbones. The Wikipedia page gives him barely a glimpse of the myth surrounding it so he clicks on even more websites, tabs starting to pile up on his browser.
Moonkyu wakes up at some point and complains that the light from his laptop is disturbing his beauty sleep so he goes out to the living room to continue his research. After the eighteenth website, he stops with trembling fingers. They all tell him the same thing: that whoever breaks off the larger piece gets to have his wish come true.
No matter how obsessively he reads each paragraph, each sentence, each word, he can’t find the answers to his questions.
What if you play the game by yourself? And most of all, How do you reverse a wish?
---
“Can I do the honors of waking him up?” Sehun says from somewhere to Jongin’s left.
“Why is he sleeping here,” he hears Kris ask.
“I didn’t kick him out,” Moonkyu says defensively. “I swear!”
He groans as a hand touches his forehead. “No fever,” Junmyeon whispers.
“So can I wake him up?” Sehun and Tao chorus followed by a series of loud slaps. The idiots are probably high fiving each other right now.
“I’m up,” Jongin moans and digs himself even deeper into the couch. “Just don’t let those two near me.”
The couch dips a bit as he feels a new weight settle in. “Feeling better?”
“Mhmm,” Jongin lies. He doesn’t like seeing Luhan’s pretty face all scrunched up and worried.
If he wants to be completely honest, he ended up sleeping on the couch last night because he feels alienated in his own room. It’s not that he hasn’t slept in the same room with Moonkyu before (embarrassing high school out of town trip photos are there to haunt him), but he’s just not used to rooming with anyone other than Kyungsoo anymore.
He rolls off the couch and feels the exhaustion wash into his limbs, too tired from running from the fear that he might be going crazy, dreaming up of a person that never existed. Or worse - that maybe he had erased Kyungsoo off from this world.
---
EXO-K has a radio show that day all the way to KBS’s studio in Ilsan. It’s a pretty long drive and Jongin drifts in and out of sleep, Kyungsoo’s face swimming in his subconscious. By the time they get there, he’s gotten enough rest to give himself the energy to look enthusiastic (or as enthusiastic as Kai could be).
Kai gives the fans lazy smiles and half-lidded stares as they go through their one-hour show. He even riles up the crowd with jokes with Moonkyu, like Moonkyu’s been there all along from EXO’s conception to debut and not just supplanted overnight.
(He included researching about Moonkyu in his internet escapade last night, reading stories they shared in interviews that he doesn’t remember making and watching video compilations of their interactions that he doesn’t recall being in. He finds out that at least their high school history remained intact to how he recollects it. It’s just that the rest is a weird rewriting of their friendship.)
The way to their van is swarming with fans and the frenzy adds to the gnawing numbness in his stomach. Kyungsoo’s usually here beside him during this crazy trip down the fangirl road, but now there’s just an empty presence on his side.
Jongin thinks he can pull this off. He has Kai and Kai is cool, casual and unaffected where Jongin is not. He almost makes it to their van when Chanyeol nudges him on his side. “Your fanboy’s got some really loud vocals.”
The mob’s collective noise is high pitched and screechy, a mix of all their names put together, but he hears a lower pitch in the crowd. The voice is smooth and perfectly middle toned, full bodied in its register even with the noticeable growing hysteria.
“JONGIN-AH!”
It can’t be, Jongin thinks, as he scans the crowd for a familiar outline.
Kyungsoo’s face is lined with sweat as he fights to get to the front of the line. “Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo pants out, “it’s me.” He looks half delirious as he stares at Jongin, hand reaching up to touch Jongin’s face.
“No touching,” a handler swats at Kyungsoo’s hand and Jongin jolts back to reality. Kyungsoo looks offended and Jongin is, too, but the feeling of relief overpowers every other feeling bubbling inside him.
“Kyungsoo-hyung…” he starts to say, but Kyungsoo cuts him off. “You know me?” Kyungsoo looks so miserable with his ragged hair and crumpled shirt that when he sobs the next words out, Jongin’s sure his guilt is going to swallow him alive. “I thought I was the only one…”
Jongin doesn’t hear the rest because he feels a hard tug on his elbow as his manager quickly drags him to the last remaining steps and tucks him inside the van. The lock slides shut and the van drives away from the screaming mass of people.
“You know him?” Baekhyun asks beside him, eyeliner already starting to smear around the edges. There’s no recognition or mischief as he studies Baekhyun’s face, and it just makes Jongin more miserable. Guiltier.
“Yea,” Jongin says, swallowing the bile coming up his throat as he turns to look back at the receding crowd, “I know him.”
( chapter 2)
Notes: This is Kim Moonkyu. He is/was an SME trainee rumored to have been in the original line up for EXO, but due to one reason or another he didn't debut with them. He attended SOPA with Taemin, Jongin and Sehun and is known to be very close (probably even best friends) to Taemin and Jongin.
Wishbone (1/?)
Jongin/Kyungsoo
2393 words
Jongin wakes up to a world of EXO without a Do Kyungsoo. (Band-verse with a twist.)
For @dokyungsoo, the biggest KaiSoo enabler I know.
wishbone (1/?)
Jongin wakes up to the smell of breakfast in the air.
It’s a Monday and, for most people, it’s the start of a busy week. But Jongin’s not really part of ‘most people’; he’s one-twelfth of a Korean boy band and Monday means that the hectic weekend schedule has passed so he’s allowed to sleep in late.
The bed next to his is empty. Kyungsoo’s already ahead of him as usual. He’s only getting up now to eat his first meal of the day and his roommate is probably off making their lunch or dinner.
He calls it breakfast even though it’s almost three in the afternoon as he blindly pads through their dorm, the warm, humid air of summer seeping through his clothes.
“Mornin’,” Jongin announces as he plops on the chair and buries his face on the table. He feels like elephants have taken residence inside his head and are running a marathon.
“Afternoon,” Junmyeon corrects him from somewhere in the living room.
Jongin groans and makes incoherent noises, which is Jongin-speak for, I am too tired to argue with you. Leave me alone.
It’s unusually loud for a Monday as he hears various noises in the background. He’s too sleepy to distinguish the sounds from the others so he just mentally blocks it all out.
Someone pokes his ribs roughly. “So what do you want to eat?”
Jongin lifts his head up, instantly sobered by the voice. “Wha-?”
Luhan’s standing in the middle of the kitchen holding a spatula and wearing a ridiculous pink apron that says, “Kiss The Chef”. It’s his and Sehun’s birthday gift for Luhan last year and it actually took them days deciding between getting the pink frilly apron or the lacy one that looked like it was fit for a French maid.
“Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere in China?” Jongin looks confused, but Luhan just ruffles his hair.
“We finished up yesterday so we took an earlier flight,” Kris shouts from the living room couch that he’s sharing with Yixing. Tao’s already invaded the other couch and has set up a fortress made up of all the pillows they have available. Junmyeon looks torn between kicking him out or just continue sitting on the carpeted floor surrounded by fan letters while stuck between a sleeping Minseok and the noisy duo of Baekhyun and Chanyeol who are fighting over the Playstation.
Jongin only notices it now, the addition of people and the luggage lying in a mess by the door of their apartment. He must have been really sleepy when he passed by.
“We just got back two hours ago,” Jongdae explains as he enters the kitchen with Sehun trailing behind him. He takes a glance at Luhan. “Nice outfit.”
Luhan smiles sweetly at him. “No food for the troll.”
“Hey-“ Jongdae starts, but Sehun cuts him off. “I think it’s a great addition to the sweatpants combo you’re wearing!”
“Sure.” Luhan takes out some more eggs from the fridge and a few other ingredients. “I’m making omelettes.”
Jongin returns to his previous position, his throbbing head cradled between his arms. “Where’s Kyungsoo?”
His voice probably comes out muffled because Sehun goes, “Huh?”
“I said,” Jongin raises his head, “where’s Kyungsoo?”
“What’s a Kyungsoo?” The voice behind him sounds familiar. Jongin turns and Moonkyu is standing there with his hair dripping wet and a towel on his hand.
“Kyungsoo-hyung,” Jongin says dumbly. “And what are you doing here?”
Moonkyu thumps Jongin’s shoulder. “Am I not supposed to be here?”
“You’re supposed to be in university and not skipping school to hang out with us.” Jongin grins and pulls him in for a bro-hug. “But this is a nice surprise.”
“Uhhh,” Moonkyu returns his hug awkwardly, “did someone hit his head?”
Sehun is looking at Jongin like he’s acting weird.
“You’re acting weird,” Jongdae voices out, “weirder than normal.”
“What? Am I suddenly the most righteous person around here who thinks that he shouldn’t be skipping his classes? I know Kyungsoo-hyung would agree with me.”
“Jongiiin,” Moonkyu drawls out the word as if he’s lecturing a child, “I didn’t go to university because of EXO, remember?”
“And who’s Kyungsoo?” Kris strolls into the kitchen after hearing the commotion.
“Do Kyungsoo,” Jongin says irritably. Does he really have to keep on repeating himself? “D.O. of EXO-K.”
“Are you still dreaming?” Moonkyu is staring at him like he’s grown another head and waves his hand in front of Jongin’s face. “There’s no one like that in our group.” Luhan and Junmyeon are already simultaneously patting him and checking his temperature.
The pounding inside his head gets louder and it takes him a while before he finds his voice. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
The reply that he gets is just awkward silence before Junmyeon asks him if he’s okay and if he wants to go back to bed. He lets his eyes drift over the hallway that leads to their rooms as he thinks that he should have noticed it earlier: how odd it is that the empty bed next to his is ruffled from a night of sleeping in and not the usual pristine orderliness he’s used to.
---
It’s not a sick joke.
Jongin knows because no one in EXO could do such an elaborate job of cleaning out all the photos in their dorms and replacing them with photos of Moonkyu in Kyungsoo’s place.
Jongdae sucks balls at Photoshop, and Sehun and Tao are too lazy to pull off this kind of shit. Chanyeol and Baekhyun would be too vocal about this and they would end up revealing themselves within the first ten minutes. And Luhan might be evil (sometimes), but Jongin hasn’t pulled a prank on him in months to warrant this kind of higher level of revenge. Kyungsoo wouldn’t agree to any of them anyway.
There’s also the internet, and a quick search reveals twenty-eight fansites of Moonkyu with photos of him ranging from pre-debut (in school, huddling with Jongin and Taemin and Sehun) up to the ones that are apparently taken from their performance last week.
There’s no fansite dedicated to D.O. of EXO. Not even the search engine in Naver could get him one.
There’s a growing panic inside Jongin’s chest and he tells himself that this must be some kind of nightmare; that he’ll wake up and Kyungsoo will be there beside him, gently nudging him back to reality and telling him, I made lunch.
He wants to say that he doesn’t know how this happened. Except he kind of does.
---
(Jongin dreams about flying and falling.
The sequence goes as follows: they are performing in front of a huge crowd and Kyungsoo’s right beside him, clutching his hand tightly with a manic smile on his face. Kyungsoo looks beautiful, covered with sweat and body shining under the harsh stage lights. Jongin couldn’t help but grin and raise their joint hands together, feeling his chest swell as he hears the fans scream hysterically. He feels so light, as if he could float up in the air and take Kyungsoo with him.
But then Kyungsoo is tugging his hand free and stepping back, making the space between them farther and farther until Jongin is left chasing after him, stumbling and free falling.
The scene melts and he’s back in their bedroom with Kyungsoo hovering above him. “It’s just fanservice, Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo says, a repetition of what he said to Jongin once when he found Jongin browsing a well known Kai-and-D.O. fansite. “Don’t take it to heart.”
He wants to say something, but he feels like he’s choking on his own saliva, eyes watering at the effort to produce words in his mouth. He tries to clutch on his throat, but grabs cold metal instead.
Stop, Jongin shuts his eyes tightly, go away.
He feels the air around him lighten, and his breathing slows back to normal. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he doesn’t dream of anything else. It’s just inky blackness with no beginning or end.
He wakes up to the feeling of something sharp poking at his chest, a pounding headache, and the smell of breakfast in the air. He groans and manages to roll off to his side and pat the bed with his free hand. His fingers grab on thin metal and he half-opens an eye to peer at it.
It’s a small broken piece of etched silver, and he frowns as he realizes what’s left of the pretty wishbone necklace he just received yesterday. He takes off what’s left of it around his neck and places it next to the letter that came with it.
The note is mostly empty. There’s no fan name, no fan club symbol, not even any indication that it’s meant for him or even any of the usual words of adoration that he’s used to - just three words: use it well.)
---
Jongin spends the rest of the night googling about wishbones. The Wikipedia page gives him barely a glimpse of the myth surrounding it so he clicks on even more websites, tabs starting to pile up on his browser.
Moonkyu wakes up at some point and complains that the light from his laptop is disturbing his beauty sleep so he goes out to the living room to continue his research. After the eighteenth website, he stops with trembling fingers. They all tell him the same thing: that whoever breaks off the larger piece gets to have his wish come true.
No matter how obsessively he reads each paragraph, each sentence, each word, he can’t find the answers to his questions.
What if you play the game by yourself? And most of all, How do you reverse a wish?
---
“Can I do the honors of waking him up?” Sehun says from somewhere to Jongin’s left.
“Why is he sleeping here,” he hears Kris ask.
“I didn’t kick him out,” Moonkyu says defensively. “I swear!”
He groans as a hand touches his forehead. “No fever,” Junmyeon whispers.
“So can I wake him up?” Sehun and Tao chorus followed by a series of loud slaps. The idiots are probably high fiving each other right now.
“I’m up,” Jongin moans and digs himself even deeper into the couch. “Just don’t let those two near me.”
The couch dips a bit as he feels a new weight settle in. “Feeling better?”
“Mhmm,” Jongin lies. He doesn’t like seeing Luhan’s pretty face all scrunched up and worried.
If he wants to be completely honest, he ended up sleeping on the couch last night because he feels alienated in his own room. It’s not that he hasn’t slept in the same room with Moonkyu before (embarrassing high school out of town trip photos are there to haunt him), but he’s just not used to rooming with anyone other than Kyungsoo anymore.
He rolls off the couch and feels the exhaustion wash into his limbs, too tired from running from the fear that he might be going crazy, dreaming up of a person that never existed. Or worse - that maybe he had erased Kyungsoo off from this world.
---
EXO-K has a radio show that day all the way to KBS’s studio in Ilsan. It’s a pretty long drive and Jongin drifts in and out of sleep, Kyungsoo’s face swimming in his subconscious. By the time they get there, he’s gotten enough rest to give himself the energy to look enthusiastic (or as enthusiastic as Kai could be).
Kai gives the fans lazy smiles and half-lidded stares as they go through their one-hour show. He even riles up the crowd with jokes with Moonkyu, like Moonkyu’s been there all along from EXO’s conception to debut and not just supplanted overnight.
(He included researching about Moonkyu in his internet escapade last night, reading stories they shared in interviews that he doesn’t remember making and watching video compilations of their interactions that he doesn’t recall being in. He finds out that at least their high school history remained intact to how he recollects it. It’s just that the rest is a weird rewriting of their friendship.)
The way to their van is swarming with fans and the frenzy adds to the gnawing numbness in his stomach. Kyungsoo’s usually here beside him during this crazy trip down the fangirl road, but now there’s just an empty presence on his side.
Jongin thinks he can pull this off. He has Kai and Kai is cool, casual and unaffected where Jongin is not. He almost makes it to their van when Chanyeol nudges him on his side. “Your fanboy’s got some really loud vocals.”
The mob’s collective noise is high pitched and screechy, a mix of all their names put together, but he hears a lower pitch in the crowd. The voice is smooth and perfectly middle toned, full bodied in its register even with the noticeable growing hysteria.
“JONGIN-AH!”
It can’t be, Jongin thinks, as he scans the crowd for a familiar outline.
Kyungsoo’s face is lined with sweat as he fights to get to the front of the line. “Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo pants out, “it’s me.” He looks half delirious as he stares at Jongin, hand reaching up to touch Jongin’s face.
“No touching,” a handler swats at Kyungsoo’s hand and Jongin jolts back to reality. Kyungsoo looks offended and Jongin is, too, but the feeling of relief overpowers every other feeling bubbling inside him.
“Kyungsoo-hyung…” he starts to say, but Kyungsoo cuts him off. “You know me?” Kyungsoo looks so miserable with his ragged hair and crumpled shirt that when he sobs the next words out, Jongin’s sure his guilt is going to swallow him alive. “I thought I was the only one…”
Jongin doesn’t hear the rest because he feels a hard tug on his elbow as his manager quickly drags him to the last remaining steps and tucks him inside the van. The lock slides shut and the van drives away from the screaming mass of people.
“You know him?” Baekhyun asks beside him, eyeliner already starting to smear around the edges. There’s no recognition or mischief as he studies Baekhyun’s face, and it just makes Jongin more miserable. Guiltier.
“Yea,” Jongin says, swallowing the bile coming up his throat as he turns to look back at the receding crowd, “I know him.”
( chapter 2)
Notes: This is Kim Moonkyu. He is/was an SME trainee rumored to have been in the original line up for EXO, but due to one reason or another he didn't debut with them. He attended SOPA with Taemin, Jongin and Sehun and is known to be very close (probably even best friends) to Taemin and Jongin.